Room 206, Thursday Morning
Packing. There was packing to be done, if Valentine was going to be headed back to his own world to seek out the MirrorMask.
There were-- Well. He, personally, didn't have much to bring along. A few changes of clothes, and that was about it.
It was the rest of the contents of the room that had him flummoxed. A few dresses, a sketchpad, a cat. If she managed to come back, at any point, to Fandom, perhaps she'd want them? Maybe he should have asked, in the dreams. "What do I do with your belongings?"
But that would have been too much like burying her.
And so, rather than making any sort of progress in leaps and bounds, he was going to stand there, locked in a staring contest with the cat.
Unless Valentine's ADHD kicked in, he was pretty much certain to win.
[The door is open a crack, and the post is open if you have any pressing Valentine needs. Now would be the time to deal with them.]
There were-- Well. He, personally, didn't have much to bring along. A few changes of clothes, and that was about it.
It was the rest of the contents of the room that had him flummoxed. A few dresses, a sketchpad, a cat. If she managed to come back, at any point, to Fandom, perhaps she'd want them? Maybe he should have asked, in the dreams. "What do I do with your belongings?"
But that would have been too much like burying her.
And so, rather than making any sort of progress in leaps and bounds, he was going to stand there, locked in a staring contest with the cat.
Unless Valentine's ADHD kicked in, he was pretty much certain to win.
[The door is open a crack, and the post is open if you have any pressing Valentine needs. Now would be the time to deal with them.]